My First BF In HS

When I was 15 and a highschool sophomore and was extremely popular and a cheerleader and girl's soccer team player. I was very athletic and happy go lucky and extraverted. A lot of guys wanted to date me but i was in no hurry. Life was good and i was enjoying all the attention and fun times.

Eventually, I started dated a guy in my class. Jay, was also popular and in a different way them me. He was the leather jacket type, kind of a bad boy image, and he was in the toker party crowd. Don't get me wrong. He was not a burnout at all. He was more of the go to party guy. Everyone knew him, he was cool and the center of every party.

At school he was super cool and the life of every group. He was funny and fun loving. We were kind of a highschool version of a "super couple". After school I'd hang up with him and his buddies, in his basement and we'd smoke up and he'd get me high. And when they left, we'd make out. He was pretty good at making out, he was a great kisser, and since i was high i'd let him feel me up and pet my kitty even though i was just 15.

But as time went on he got mean to me when we where alone. He never did it in front of people. But alone, mostly when i was high, he'd call me names, like bitch, dumb or fat. I was anything but fat, i was super athletic. I didn't really know how to respond because he was nothing like this around other people. All our friends saw us as "the school couple" and when I'd ask my friends about what they thought they'd say I was likely over reacting, because everyone saw his as so fun and a party guy.

Eventually, in out alone make out section he'd take my top and bra off when we made out, and he'd rub my kitty under my pants and i'd jerk him off while toppless. Before i knew it, i was not "allowed" to be alone with him and have my top on. Even if we were just watching TV and smoking both my top and bra with have to be off or he'd be pissed at me. If i wanted it on he'd call me names and give me the cold shoulder all the time. So after a while, said fuck it, and gave in. After his buddied left I'd be nude down to my panties in his basement until it was time to go. His mom worked evenings so i'd be down there most evening getting high, nearly nude, felt up, fingered and jerking him off when he demanded it.

We were both only 15 and it was getting intense for me. I was unsure if i was ready for this stuff but if i said no, he'd call me fat, ugly, or unless bitch and threaten to dump my ass. Again, even my best friends when I talked to them assumed it was me, not him, because he was such a fun guy. And he was hot, so why was i resisting making out. He was like two different people in front of them and alone with me, they just didn't get it.

One evening we were alone, i was making out with him on the basement couch in nothing but panties. He dick was hard and i was dreading needing to jerk it again, but this time he pulled my head towards his crotch. I knew what was going to happen.

"Jay, please, I am not ready for that, ok baby?"
He pushed me between his legs, and popped his dick out it was literally right in front of my face.
"Jay, I can jerk it again, baby" i offered.
"Stop being a bitch" he said crass.
Even high that pissed me off and i was like, "Really, that is how it is, that is what you think I am?"
"No I think you're fucking ugly and you are lucky you even get the opportunity. Don't suck it, it won't be hard to find some prettier to do it." He said so mean.

I sucked it. I mean, he didn't make me. I was not forced. I don't think I was. I'd rather of waited but I just felt like maybe like it was me. All my friends loved him. And once i starting sucking it he was so nice again, and thanking me and praise me for how pretty i looked with a dick in my mouth. I was gaging a bit being my first time, he was gentle and went slow, he let me pace it and he let me know when he was close and didn't make me take the cum in my mouth but blew on my tits. After that, the daily routine was getting high, and stripping down and sucking him off once ever one was gone. It was just expected of me and not even up for discussion.

Then he was wanting to fuck me. A few times he had his dick head right on my slit. I was not ready. I was only 15 and had no access to birth control or condoms. I broke up with him just so I'd not get pregnant.

My friends blamed me. He told others lies about me and that I gave him nothing and just wanted to smoke all his stash. I definitely took the social hit. But honestly, things got better, I had better BF's and found out I did put out when it was safe to do so but honestly, I liked the "pressed" feeling. I just didn't want to end up pregnant at 15.

But turns out yup, i defiantly am a bit sub, likely thanks to Jay.